Mother Tongue Using Your Guns
Two birds dancing in the sky
And i flap and i flap but i just can't fly
Flying without feathers
Through a cracked open sky
Wide open spaces
In a big blue eye
Looks at us
Sometimes cries
We all dream about flying
Velvet gasses
Burning suede
Social classes
We've got it made
Limo passes
There's a big parade
Greasy grasses
Motorcade
12 gauge
You show me a leader
And i'll show you a liar
These races are fixed man
This is murder for hire
